I can’t breathe without that
A blond goes into the beauty and hair parlor with her walkman on her head.
“I need to take that walkman off your head,” says the beauty specialist as she notices the blond.
“You can’t! I’ll die!” retorts the blond.
“I can’t cut your hair with the walkman on your ears!” says the beauty specialist getting annoyed.
“I said you can’t take it off, or I’ll die!”
The beauty specialist, outraged and flustered, grabs the walkman and throws it off the head of the blond. Within seconds, the blond dies. When the specialist picks up the walkman to listen, she hears it repeating “breath in, breath out, breath in”.
